Niggaz still  makin money offa those shits
 Loopin the same shits for a thousand years
 and shit right?

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 Yo  you know us to be robust  the greatest crew since Cold Crush
 This poisonous slang keep MC's avoidin us
 Can't think about the proper remedies for destroyin us
 Your best bet black is sit back and start enjoyin us
 And run your commisary, attack your corinary, I'ma bury revolutionary
 Honorary is sonic electronic brain like Johnny Nneumonic
 Get boosted from the sorrow and went Wu-tonic
 You be fickle, get your tongue thrown into a jar of pickle
 to serve to your bird, with cheese and pumpernickle *Ch-cha Pssh*
 Three state Charlie a classic like Marley Marl
 Tie your ass down and run you over with a trolley car
 My nigga Kucky keep em Bucky like Dent
 Intent, read the fine print -- it says
 Do not enter, or cross the lines
 You be tossed behind, and forced to submit to the rhyme

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 Digital, Digital

 Four-four in the holster strapped tight by the velcro
 Steel padded vest on the chest armed right from the elbow
 Pointed rings resemble Killa Bee stings
 It's the mental of slingin swords, thing ? a buck brings
 Rain, hail, snow and earthquakes, search your mental birthdate
 50 state prisons keep the body in perfect shape
 Just got hit on the hip by this bird talkin bout
 she got a blister on her lip
 That comes from not garglin after suckin
 I'm togglin the buttons on my cell-phone
  Call my nigga, Tone the well known
 Bubblegoose shredders made him thick as Carl Weathers
 Solid chrome barettas nines stuffed inside the Wu leather
 Hot shots melt through your pleather
 Never ending story not from the land of Nether
 We fight for our wives to the death like Mega Evers
 Wu-Tang Clan Forever, all and together now

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 Yo, up from the rugged grains of Shaolin soil
 Ol' Earth kept a nigga spoilt
 Though the reigns to my veins remain royal, burnin up
 High speed dub, my CD spins like a hub-cap on a Ac'
 Tre-pound snub rap we might joust
 Fresh spring water from the ounce
 Stalked like a tomahawk, Indian bitch, you get scalped
 like a ticket sold in Cleveland, you feel me in
 and now I stream up your bone marrow
 Wu-Tang song last long as Christmas carols
 Niggaz throw darts, I'm shootin flamin arrows
 Pierce through your physical faculties
 with pin-point accuracy
 You don't wanna battle me..

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 The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
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 The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
 The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
 The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
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